So here I am I'm down on Earth And everything's looking fine Until I turn me to my left And turn my head to the right The little people all around me Are not using their heads I tried to tell them but it seems That they just do it again No I don't think they got it I don't think their brains can understand When I think about it I wanna go back Into outer space Because I'm sick of this place Into outer space Because I'm sick of this place And all the children that I've met Don't seem to get any smarter The boys are waiting in the back While skirts go higher and higher He has a rifle in his pocket Ready whenever when And at the club the little girls Do anything to get in No But who said they're invited? Who said that their names are on the list? I don't think they got it I wanna go back Into outer space Because I'm sick of this place Into outer space Because I'm sick of this place Into outer space Because I'm sick of this place Into outer space Because I'm sick of this place I'm sick of this place